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AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mr. Salzella is in the bar again, having a quiet cup of cocoa. Milliways is sooperaticrelaxing after a day at work.

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Friendship is not a good thing to carry for the Hellfly; argh, icky! Something more interesting than that friend to play with.

Oh, this one has no friends; he has a seret. A great big secret he hides behind a mask.

Bzzzzzzzzz.

Hah, does he think he gets to hide forever?

Leave a little something, take a little something.

And the fly flies on.

And Bill's over there, sitting down next to Firmin.

"Hey, Firm, my most excellent friend!"

Salzella blinks once, incredulously.

"...Good day," he says uncertainly.

Beat.

"Can I help you?"

"No, dude, you're good," Bill grins, goofily.

Salzella considers this phrase. What a 'dude' is might cause debate, but it has the tone - if a somewhat moronic one - of an address. Presumably 'good' is not a reference to Salzella's moral leanings, although perhaps, given the unusual nature of some patrons, he should be wary...

"Thank you," he says carefully. "Might I enquire as to your name, sir?"

Bill acts shocked, and places his hand on his chest, fingers splayed.

"Firmin, my most excellent friend, you wound me."

Salzella looks slightly perplexed.

"How did you know that was my name? I don't mean to be rude, but I do not believe we have met."

Bill looks suddenly worried.

"You haven't lost your memory, have you, dude?"

"I sincerely hope not," Salzella replies, raising one eyebrow.

"Why do you think that?"

"Firm, I thought for a moment you'd forgotten your oldest friend, Bill!" Bill declares, happy that Firm hasn't forgotten him.

Bill. The dimwitted boy had a name.

"I am sure, if I have forgotten anything, it is temporary, my dear Bill," he deadpans.

Bill beams.

"Excellent!"

And he raises his hands, on higher than the other, and wiggles his fingers.

If this were the kind of bar that had a soundtrack, there might be strains of operatic cello music playing.

Salzella sits frozen.

What is this maniac doing?!

Finally, very carefully, he says, "...Indeed."

Bill smirks and brings his hands now.

"So, my man Firm, what shall we do now we're in the bar?"

Salzella looks over at him with a benign smile. ~~You should fear now.~~

"Well, as this bar, I believe having a drink is customary? Allow me to get you something... my friend."

"Yeah, man, canya get me a beer?"

Hey it's worth a shot, right?

Salzella is not even aware of legal drinking ages - which is why bar is perfectly happy (though probably slightly puzzled) to give him a pint of beer with a decent spiking of Atlantean.

He smiles genially at Bill, and goes happily back to his cocoa.

"Oh man, you're the bestest bud a guy could have!" Bill declares, beaming as he takes a large mouthful.

Salzella smiles inwardly, sipping his cocoa.

"I am glad you are so happy, Bill," he says, watching with interest to see what happens.

Bill beams broadly.

Then slowly collapses to the floor.

Salzella feigns concern remarkably well. He goes through the proper routine - feel forehead, check pulse, fan ineffectually with one hand.

Bill's pretty much in an alcoholic stupor right now. He's not about to wake up any time soon.

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